Commentary by T. O.:

Yes, CORYDON, had I the golden ore,Misers possess, — possess, yet still are poor,I'd place thee near some murm'ring river's brink,With shepherds, nymphs, flocks, books, and pen and ink.Thro' spacious lawns and woods at will to stray,To glean materials for the past'ral lay:Nought to thy genius could my soul refuse,To crown thee happy, and exalt thy muse.Hexham.